Page 175 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Just sways closer, her body betraying her.

I chuckle, dark and deep.

I press my thigh between hers, feeling the heat radiating off her pussy.

“You’re soaked,” I murmur, pressing in harder, making her whimper. “You’ve been waiting for me to find you.”

Her breath shudders.

“Waiting for me topunishyou.”

She gasps.

I smirk. “Aren’t you, baby?”

Her eyes flutter shut.

She doesn’t answer.

Stubborn brat.

I drag my fingers down her throat, pressing against her pulse.

Then, I squeeze.

“Words, wife,” I rasp, my voice pure, gravelly possession.

She whimpers, her nails sinking into my arm.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I smirk.

Then I grab her waist, hoist her up, and throw her over my shoulder.

She squeals, laughing, kicking her feet.“Ford!”

I slap her ass.

Hard.

The sound echoes as I spin, exiting the closet.

The whole bridal suite gasps.

And Gram?

That old traitor cackles. “That’s my boy!” she shouts, holding up a flask.

Harper gasps.“Gram! You’re not supposed to encourage this!”

“What? He’s your husband, not mine.”

I chuckle, gripping Harper tighter as I stalk toward the door.

Jake sighs. “Ford. The wedding.”

“It’ll wait.”

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